When I was growing up, I discovered I live in the closet.
It was dark, small and hard to breathe in.
I used to peek outside, hoping I'll see the sunset.
Then, I've found the strength, to walk out and win.

You weren't happy at first.
You didn't understand.
"Is that what have you learnt?"
"I won't give you a hand."

Days and nights passed by.
And you tried, tried and tried.
Finally, you closed the closet,
and admitted - "I think it's set."

But you, in this all, forgot about the monsters
so, you pushed me back in, to hide the answers
"It will be better this way," you said
and again, I was the kid in the closet.

But I attack by words and knives
I am the one who survives
I do have the claws and heart
And I am of this house part

Eventually, they'll hear the sound
the kid in the closet will be found

Either they rip my soul and say what hurts,
and these will pain us, these will be our burns
Either they smile and hug us, it's not the grief
And room will be filled with your laugh and relief

Just lock me out, let me go
I'll fight, I'll face the beasts
I'll take victories and defeats
"It's not that easy", I know

But maybe, that's the life
to be hurt and to strive
you want to take this pain away
but listen to me, that's not it, I say

Don't make me break the lock
Don't make it such the shock
Don't make me pretend
Don't make it the end